What was the price I paid for life?
None; it was given me.
The cost of spite and strife
Was great, but I in turn learned humility.
With age came wisdom and dignity,
The scepter of compassion,
The scales of honesty,
Where we need
Consider the frailty
Of those tender hearts
Fallen before me,
For there is always a price to pay
For living as what we say,
Be it by fault
Or be it by may.
“Man’s word is god in man”,
I once read an old King say.
BUT WE WON THIS WAR
TRUMP CONTINUES TO IMPLORE
WE ALL KNOW THE SCORE
WE HAVE WON THIS WAR
TRUMP SAYS AS GAS PRICES SOAR
DOW JONES HITS THE FLOOR
HIGH FUEL BOOTS ON GROUND
TRUMP PLAN NOT LOOKING SO SOUND
THE PROBLEMS ABOUND
selfish humans are not worth much
however, selfless individuals are priceless
I have met people who could not be sold for ten million dollars.
Whereas their brother would barely go for five cents.
humans who are open and honest are the prime for auction.
A good listener who is upbeat and positive could bring fifty million.
Arrogant know-it-alls would be lucky to squeak a quarter out of somebody.
It the person’s attitude and behavior that determines the price expected.
You can refer whatever I am
writing to whoever want to.
.once within reason
prices became out of site
money disappeared
only stupid people
will have many stupid thoughts
being stupid things
the vilest person
that has ever existed
became a moron
had been condemning
while constantly complaining
always criticizing
is hostile and mean
a marjorie taylor green
create quite a scene
wretched human being
stories with lies is singing
much trouble bringing
became worse and worse
when he would rehearse a curse
which we did disperse
whole world was his own
lying and cheating had been prone
name is caste in stone
he would have a thirst
for what was worst of the worst
often he had cursed
often he had curst
My accountant said I'm officially poor,
so I headed out to the grocery store.
Food now costing so much more.
Preparing tuna casseroles, eating spaghetti
striving to keep track of every penny,
is making me anxious, my palms now sweaty..
Gas prices may have stabilized but every thing
else continues to rise, even every day household supplies..
Merchants smile at you so you think their the nicest
and claim that it's all post pandemic prices or that limited
supplies have caused this food crisis..
I've said no to Lancome and designer jeans as I struggle
to stay with in limited means. My bank account chronically
seems to be lean..
It's not much fun being poor, especially if one's known
money before. I'm starting to ask what else is in store?
Let freedom ring from sea to sea but America is no longer free.
I'll keep on working at 73.
The rise in prices
Price increase becomes
Price adjustment
But the rise is something different
Unlike the tide
It only rises
And never falls
It's seasonal
Just like the durian
Every year at least once
With the Financial Report
And Unlike the durian it seldom falls
If it doesn't rise
The piece of cake is smaller
Less tasty
If it falls
The cake is even smaller
And maybe changes flavour
Unlike the fall of durians
In the olden days
Which makes everybody happy
Especially the poor planters
And the gluttons
The rise in prices
Makes most of the people sad
Especially the under income
And everybody centres on the rise
Has forgotten the rise of wages
I hope one day the wages will rise too
And never fall
A nature food chain
Linkng the carnivorous and the herbivorous
May be simple
And so an economic food chain within man
The rich and the poor
The poor works hard for the rich with low wage
But when the rich dumps the rubbish
The poor can collect it and sell for some money
Garbage in a disposable bag
May be useless to the rich
But a treasure to the poor
A nature food chain can be complex
too
The same for man's during the rise in prices
The seller only raises the prices to get the same profits
But the buyer pays the extra expenditures
Without someone sharing the burden
The chain goes on and on
And the rich becomes richer
And the poor remains poorer
These prices are outrageous! I yell, leaving the store.
I cannot slam the door on my way out, but I want to.
Where are the groceries? My husband asks.
He is sitting in the car, waiting.
“It’s way too expensive here!” I tell him. Drive to another store.
In silence, we drive across town.
I am horrified to see that these prices are worse than the others.
We are going to another store, I tell him.
In a few hours we have returned to the first store, empty-handed.
I run in and my cart is waiting for me, with all of my stuff inside.
“We knew you’d be back!” the manager tells me.
He gives me a cherry wave.
I go through this every Wednesday.
With a rescue package that won’t pick up
Being steadily hit by a hiccup
And prices jacking up
Should we still treat him like a hero
Who has scored a shameful zero?
Still him obediently follow
And this taking to tomorrow?
Ourselves consoling with laughs hollow
And him sparing a ripe bellow?
Or isn’t the disappointing Hero
Some sort of Caesar Nero
A name penned with common biro?
we have a crisis
enough and it suffices
tremendious prices
Seems to be story of current happenings.
If we would only knew what to expect next.
God always does regardless if we do or not.
I pray to Him having hoped for best results.
Our deaths will always have to deal with.
No matter what, our births do result in death.
Life is final and complete ending up in heaven.
This is only place that I wanted to end up at.
Will be in God's hands in complete comfort.
God always creates enjoyable experience for us.
We can sit back and enjoy each and everyone.
Am glad that I did join crowd created by God.
Only love and kindness has existed there.
Jim Horn
Are through the roof!
We can always eat cat or
dog food!
Meow, meow! Woof, woof!
Add spices, salsa and noodles.
The whole, yummy kit and kaboodle.
~I hereby name it~
…Socialist Spam Stroodle……
At least we had our glorious puncture.
Chowing down now...at Fauci Juncture!
10/15/2021
Will post tomorrow ??
Prices of Crisis that Entices
had been the prices
each and every crisis
always entices
Jim Horn
waiking in the rain
its freedom pain
for your rights
to better day light
its a up hill fight
FREEDOM PRICES
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